Dick Valentine
The Wild Rose of Boise
She was the first in a long line of cursed Sisters of Italian daughters She lived unrehearsed And she drove her own hearse Into the cold snake river watersOh let's do see her dance to the hills Like a ghost And she's still bending the wills Of the men she adoresShe blows saccharin bowsWhen she blows her nose But man it can be so noisyShe was the wild, wild rose Of BoiseAh... Ah... Ah...She grew up alone Just outside my own home She scrapped just to make a few bucks Her hair nicely combed And her mouth starts to foamShe was the queen of the NeuroluxShe said she won't go But she probably will Letras de cancionesAnd she knows all the members of Built to Spill just a bit too wellShe blows saccharin bowsWhen she blows her nose But man it can be so noisyShe never chose To be the rose That grows In the land of potatoesAh... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
From Letras Mania